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Feeling domestic rn🤭

John Price and Reader whos good at cooking is the best pair that could happen.

John is a big man with a bigger appetite

Sure, military food is there and all that. But that's just it. It's military food. No soul, no love, and most importantly, no taste. It's just something to keep people up and running.

So who could blame him when he devoured your homemade, eggs, and hasbrowns in a minute.

Eating like he never ate (which in some case probably true)

Oh you couldn't finish your plate? He's there

Oh you made too much portion for two people? Invite the boys.

You made food? He's in love.

He would never complain if you suddenly asked him to fetch ingredients, he doesn't care if its in the ass crack of dawn. He will get you your soy sauce, garlic and salt cus whatever you do with those is worth the errand run.

He would be open to try foods outside the typical english dishes. Although I imagine him handling spice on a lower level only. That's not stopping him from tasting food you've made.

Of course, after every end of the day theres dessert.

So get on the table and let him have a feast.

Silco on my mind 24/7🥵

how do we feel about power bottom silco!! i feel like he’s too bratty to fully submit but not bratty enough to fully take control?? or VIRGIN silco 😝😝😝 he’s been on my mind a lot he’s just so nom nom nom

ミ★ 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭! — 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐜𝐨.

ミ★ let me tell you something- LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING. this man would NEVER submit 100%. he needs the control to some degree. so even if you top him, you can never dom him, you get me?

ミ★ fem!reader, unprotected p in v, dom!silco, d/s undertones, sloppy rough sex, couch sex, cowgirl, language/dirty talk, begging, possessive!silco, mean!silco, dumbification, pure filth (sorry not sorry)

“tired already?”

silco sounds so monotonously bored, thick drawl almost disinterested — your thighs and face burn, both from exertion and indignation.

the plush couch creaks beneath your movements, groaning its distaste at the activity currently taking place on top of it — and you can’t help but feel as worn out as the couch itself.

silco sighs deeply and his long fingers curl around your hips. your heart lodges itself into your throat when he shoves his hips up, bullying himself deep inside you and forcing stars into your eyes.

“weren’t you going to ‘fuck me stupid’?” silco sneers, lidded eyes scrutinizing your fucked out body. “yet here you are. you’re about to crumble.”

you would feel more embarrassed if you weren’t so desperate.

“siiiiil,” you whine, pussy drooling and throbbing, so fucked open yet orgasm so far from your grasp. “please, wan’a cum.”

“think you deserve it, hm?” silco retorts immediately, hips rolling up into yours with wet smacks. “have you earned it?”

your eyes melt into your skull at the constant grind of his cockhead against your cervix — it’s too much yet not enough at the same time; intense pressure but lacking the brutal beating you need to cum.

“please,” you gasp out again, helpless and desperate — you wiggle your hips only for silco to bruise them with his fingertips.

“resorted to begging, have you?” silco hums, the roll of his hips morphing to shallow thrusts. it’s better, makes your pussy cry around him, rubs your walls with such sweet pressure — but it’s still not enough.

one of silco’s hands disappears from your hip and long fingers crawl up your scalp before gripping the hair at the back of your head. silco pulls just enough to expose your neck to him.

rough, chapped lips glide up the skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. silco’s breath is hot against your flesh when he murmurs, “beg me better, and i’ll use you like a little fucktoy.”

you swear his words alone are enough to fog your head completely; and you obey without a second thought, pouring all of your desperation and need into your pleas.

“please, sil, please fuck me. fuck me with your cock, i need it so bad, please —!”

teeth scrape against your jugular and silco growls, “better than that. if you want to cum so bad, beg me like you fuckin’ mean it.”

slick slurps and slaps punctuate his thrusts as he fucks inside you a little faster, bullying himself balls deep and slamming his cockhead into your cervix. mewls spill from your lips and your pussy flutters.

not enough. you need it rougher. you need him to use you like a little fucking doll. fuck your brains out of your ears. destroy you completely.

“use me. please, i’m your fucktoy. your little fucktoy. please use me, please, sil, your cock’s so good, fuck me — i’ll be so good, a good girl, please—!”

teeth and nails sink into your skin as silco snarls, balls slapping noisily into the flesh of your ass as his thrusts turn animalistic — he’s completely rough, merciless, uncaring of the way your body rocks and your lungs shrink, or the way he’s blinding you from the painful pleasure.

“oh, fuuuuck,” you mewl, voice spotty from the rabid jerks and throat sore — your pussy drools over him, crying from the dick plunging into it over and over; it feels so good, you swear you won’t last but a few seconds.

“thank you,” you gasp out, eyes rolling back. “than’you s’much, fuck, love it s’much.”

“fuck, babbling like some sort of idiot,” silco hisses, wet tongue laving sloppy over your throat. “so dumb from my cock. helpless, aren’t you?”

you can’t even process his words, but you nod anyway; your brain is melted in your skull, pussy sloppy and used and gut curled up with your building orgasm — you just want to cum all over him, paint his dick with your essence and feel him fuck it all out.

“lucky girl,” silco snarls, hand squeezing your hip tightly. “i’m feeling lenient today. so i’m going to make you cum so hard you faint, hear me?”

if only you could register how fucked you were in that instant.

“please, please! ‘s so good, make me cum, fuck, sil — mmmmm, ‘m close.”

silco’s hips piston into you at an inhuman speed, thick cock splitting you open and slamming your cervix so hard it’s knocking your breath out – but it’s everything you wanted, everything you needed; the very thing you’d been craving since you first sank down on his cock.

“who do you belong to, hm?” silco pants, voice stern and commanding despite its breathy quality. “who owns this sloppy pussy of yours?”

the only sounds you could make were whines, mewls, and moans — your coherency had long since been fucked from you, reducing you to nothing more than some limp cockwhore; and despite feeling lenient, silco wasn’t going to let that go.

“answer me or i’ll fuckin’ stop,” he threatens, kicking your heart into overdrive. “who fuckin’ owns you?”

“you do! you!” you yelp out, fingers scrabbling against his shoulders and hips shaking; your eyes are wet, fat tears teasing at the corners. “y-you own me. i belong to you, silco, please don’t stop, don’t—!”

“good girl,” silco purrs, shooting heat straight to your cunt. “such a good girl. now cum on m’cock, sweetheart. c’mon, make it messy. i know you want to, filthy girl.”

slick slaps and lewd moans, your pussy being split open over and over and cervix beaten in by silco’s cock — you’re so fucking close, you’re about to cum, you’re right fuckin’ there —

the sound that rips from your throat sounds almost inhuman — that coil in your gut snaps without much pre-warning, pussy gushing and fluttering around silco’s cock and waves wracking your entire body and leaving electricity in their wake.

“good fuckin’ girl,” silco coos, hips never slowing in their pace as he fucks you through your orgasm, groaning at the feel of your sloppy walls sucking him in. it was sending him into a frenzy — one that was sadistic and untamed, a fierce storm that demanded he absolutely wreck your body.

“keep coming, that’s it. mess it up f’me, baby. fuck, ‘m going to ruin you. don’t black out yet, dove. i’m just getting started.”

*locks myself back in the cabinet from whence i came* first time writing for silco, please forgive any mistakes 🙏

Sub Blue just... Yea🤭

Private Dances 6

Club!Blue Jones x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? • ko-fi • request info • series masterlist • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Day 19: Masturbation

A/N: A huge thank you to the epic @lonelyisamyw-0love for tipping my ko-fi, this series is especially for them💚

Warnings: Masturbation, spanking (blue receiving), asshole spanking, overuse of italics, there's some power dynamics in here because reader is a dancer (but like Blue is so lovesick), not beta read, swearing, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

There are 5 main ‘stars’ in the club: Peach, Trixie, Songbird, Sweetie Pie, and Crystal. Crystal is usually the favourite but is currently in Blue’s bad books for reasons unknown to the reader. Reader is a backup dancer that Blue has nicknamed Lion.

Word Count: 1329

Blue whines. 

His eyes are closed, bottom lip red from his constant biting. His hands are tied hastily above his head with his own belt, looped around the side leg of the wooden table that is next to the sofa. Despite the tightness of the bonds, they are easy for him to slip out of if he really tried. 

“Lion,” he swallows, breathing heavily. “Please.”

You grin down at him. His naked under you, his cock painfully hard and leaking onto his stomach. 

You’re just as bare as he is, your thighs straddling his hips, your hand between your legs.

He groans again as you rock slowly, spreading your slick teasingly along the base of his cock while you rub your clit in slow circles. 

“This is not the punishment I was expecting.” He huffs, tears of frustration in the corners of his eyes.

Your smile widens. 

“This is unfair.” He pouts, but stays perfectly still and keeps his hands in the belt.

“Punishment isn’t meant to be fair.” You tease, kneeling up ever so slightly so your pussy no longer touches him.

“No, no,” he whimpers, “don’t, don’t take that away too!” 

You chuckle and hold onto the back of the sofa with one hand as your thighs start to shake. 

Pleasure twists and pools in your belly, spiking along your nerves. You moan loudly, unable to hold yourself back anymore. 

Blue’s eyes shine, he bites at his lip again as he groans. “Yes, Lion, yes. Fuck, make yourself come.” 

You arch as your orgasm hits you, flooding your veins with bliss as you spasm and work yourself through it. 

Part of you is surprised when Blue doesn’t try anything while you're momentarily distracted, no cheeky moves to get his own way. He just watches you intently as you come down and settle back against him. 

He’s staring up at you with love sick eyes when you look at him. 

“That was wonderful, Lion.” He breathes and swallows thickly, his cock twitches, but he stays still. “Do I deserve a treat?” He asks with the softest voice.

You pause for a moment as you regard him and then stick your slick coated fingers into his mouth. 

He groans, darting his tongue out eagerly and leaning up as far as he can to get them past his lips quicker. 

He wriggles ever so slightly, humming and happy as he sucks and moans, eyes closed. 

With your free hand, you lightly trace some of the scars that litter his torso; the burn marks near his collar bone, the slashes at his ribs. 

He shivers, stilling as he opens his eyes and you slowly take your fingers out of his mouth. 

“How did you get these?” You ask quietly. 

He smiles, but there’s no joy there. “A long time ago.” 

The scars on his ribs are thick, deep, the longest trails from just under his armpit to curve around his body and end near his navel. 

Gently you lean down to kiss it and he shivers and sighs, seemingly content with your touch. 

He’s still got that love sick expression when you sit back up. “I’ll tell you about it one day, Lion.” 

“You don’t have to.”

That makes him smile for real this time, it’s a small movement, but possibly the most genuine you’ve ever seen. 

“What if I want to?” He asks softly. 

“Then I’ll listen.” 

He nods, wriggling a little and bucking up, trying to get you to press closer. 

“Oh, no, no, no,” you chuckle and lightly flick his left nipple. 

He squirms, gasping and giggling. “What?” 

“Don’t ‘what’ me.” 

He grins broadly. “Come and sit on my cock.” 

You shake your head. “No.” 

His expression falls as he sulks. 

“I’m never fucking you again.” You cross your arms over your chest.

“What?” 

It takes all your composure not to laugh at the outrage in his voice. “That’s your punishment.” You shrug.

“Oh, no, no, no, Lion,” he shakes his head. “That’s simply too much. I would die.” He throws his head back dramatically and you giggle. You never did expect him to be quite as playful as he is. 

From this angle, the splashes of blood up his neck are all the more clear.

“There must be another solution.” He continues, “Some agreement we can come to.” 

You pause, pretending to stare off to the side to think. “Hmm, what do you suggest? What are you going to offer as a fair punishment for yourself?”

He beams at you, his eyes dark. “Let me lay on your lap and you can spank me until you think I’ve learned my lesson.” 

“What if I never think you have?” You tease and lean close.

He growls softly, “You’ll just have to keep going forever then.” 

You kiss his nose, pulling back when he tries to get his lips on yours. 

You know he’s done this sort of thing before, you’ve heard about it plenty. How he would tie up dancers, or just get them to sit on his lap and hit them with his hand across their backside. They’d all come back and be unable to sit down comfortably for a few days. Sweetie Pie had even said that once, he had come while spanking her, reaching orgasm just from her cries. 

You’d never heard of anyone spanking him though. 

“Alright.” 

He slips his hands free the second you agree, grinning and moving as you stand and sit back down on the sofa.

You gesture to your lap, “well?” 

Blue practically jumps into your lap, squirming and wriggling so he can rub his cock all over your legs before he settles.

You don’t even give him a second to get comfortable before you smack him hard across both cheeks with the palm of your hand. 

He yelps instantly, rocking forward from surprise. 

“That’s for moving.” You say, your tone low and dangerous and Blue shivers. 

“I’ll count them for you.” He mutters, his own voice thick. 

“What?” 

“How many hits, I’ll count them.” He swallows, staring straight ahead and waiting patiently. 

You smack him three more times in quick succession.

“One, two, three, ugh, four!” He groans, wiggles and lifts his ass in the air ever so slightly, quietly begging for more. 

“Oh, you like this?” You hit him again, a touch harder.

“Five!”

“You like this a lot.” You tut, “Not much punishment is it?” 

He gasps and shakes his head rapidly. 

“What,” smack, “if,” smack, “I,” smack, “get all your goons in here? Hmm?” Smack.

“Ugh, six, seven, fuck, eight, ninneee!”

Smack. “Get them to watch you,” smack, “like this?” Smack.

“Ten, eleven, ohh god, fuck, please!” He wriggles again, the air catching in his throat. “Yes, I’d let you, if that’s what you wanted, I’d do it. I’d let them all see you take me, Lion,” his voice raises in pitch dramatically at the end as you rain down a series of sharp blows that have him throwing back his head and moaning wildly. 

“Please, please, please,” he mutters, breathing hard. You can feel his cock pulse, trapped tightly between his stomach and your legs.

You squeeze one cheek until he groans, marvelling in the redness of his skin. Your palm tingles a little from how hard you’ve hit him. Slowly you spread his plump ass wide, listening to his little pleas and moans for any sound of true distress. When you find none you smack him across the asshole, hard, but not as hard as your previous strikes. 

He cries out loudly, his body jerking—the sharp sound dissolving from surprise into a long drawn out pleasure. 

Wetness coats your tights as he comes, hot and messily. Shivering and clawing at the cushions until he goes limp, face flat against the sofa. 

You stroke his back softly, about to speak. 

“Lion,” he groans, drawing out the word, and moving his head ever so slightly so that he can glance up at you. “That was exquisite.” 

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sorry if you've answered this already but do you think one day you just let a 'Daddy' slip around Frank like maybe you were just overwhelmed and everything was realllyy good and it just slipped and Frank took it in stride, obviously very proud you felt so safe and so reliant on him ooor is Daddy!Frank something that Frank would want discussed before hand??

Honestly I think Frank is into this regardless. I know daddy stuff really isn't for everyone and I totally get it but it's really just an expression of Soft Dom dynamics for me and Frank is like the ultimate soft dom so it just fits. Now I don't think it would activate like FULL KINK MODE but he'd still be into it majorly.

If you let slip a whiny "please daddy" as you're in his lap, a naked squirming mess at the way he made you wait for his cock, with your arms wrapped around his neck like a vice? YEAH THAT'LL DO IT FOR HIM.

He'd act with such a swiftness. It's like you said the secret word and he'd be like "shit I didn't know it was like that." Sure he was trying to make you needy but he'd feel like he unlocked a new level of needy and one that demanded his immediate attention.

He'd suddenly get all coo-y and determined, like "Yeah you need Daddy? Daddy's gonna take care of you alright?" as he's filling you so deep in the belly you can barely speak. He'd cradle the back of your head to his chest and he grunted and pumped into you, holding you close to his chest so you could come apart however you needed.

NEEDED this

Soap is the last person anyone would expect to want a wife as desperately as he does but oh. Does that boy think about marriage more than anything else.

Sick of masturbating i want someone to rail me until i cant see straight

Big day for deranged evangelical freaks

Hey, y'all! I made these today! I release them into the world to support the cause! They're sized for 8.5x11 printer paper. Take 'em. Print 'em. Post 'em EVERYWHERE.

i need a shirt that says “i ❤️ pathetic boys who whine for attention”

okay, yes, I know that comma isn't supposed to be there but I want the reader to take a breath! I want a pause! Stop trying to correct me, I'm trying to control the flow of reading